Busan

A high-speed train ride finds us in Busan for the second half of our Korean tour.

I've often said that one of the great joys in life is not being a fussy eater: whatever shows up wherever I am in the world, I can eat it. (Offer void in Koya-san.) This worked well in eateries in the Jagalchi fish market where the specialities of the house are raw fish and not speaking a word of English.  We ended up just shrugging our shoulders and trying to give the universal "whatever you think is best" look to the proprietor. A feast of raw fish and other Korean specialities soon arrived, luckily the only thing we think were still alive when served were some strange sea snails. (It is somewhat creepy to be eating a fish while all his buddies are in a tank a few feet away watching you, though.)

In the afternoon we found ourselves in Taejongdae Park without really planning it or knowing what it was. It was a nice and peaceful break from the hustle & bustle of Seoul (and Tokyo before that), and a walk down several hundred steps to the sea front made for some nice pictures at sunset:

One more day of fun tomorrow before the long trek home.